Christmas Poll Results

Okay, my poll results are in, and some of you aren't so "nice!" TWO of you said I should ask for coal 'cause "I ain't been nuttin' but bad!" Do you believe that? Whoever you are, I hope you got reindeer droppings in your stocking. Two of you said I should ask for my two, top front teeth. Well, guess what, I got double that! Yup, four of my upper front teeth are making their way into this world as I type. Three of you said I should ask for "a multitude of toys" and I got that too! Mommy is currently in the process of deliberating a new home or a reno.. No one said I should ask for a "new winter wardrobe." I guess you all think I'm already stylin' enough. Well, prepare for supa' style 'cause I got a winter wardrobe that'll knock your socks off! I'd like to thank those of you who voted. You're lotsa' fun!

Image (Above): Documenting the Twelve Days of Christmas on my Chalkboard.

On the Twelfth Day of Christmas...

I'm "simply having a wonderful Christmas time!" This Christmas morn., I made my way to Niagara Falls to celebrate with my Mom-Mom, Pop-Pop, Uncle Fart, Uncle Poop, and Aunt Tiny. I couldn't believe mine eyes when I walked in Uncle Poop's door! There was a 10 foot tree stacked with presents which, in most part, were for ME! Mommy says we're going to need an addition on our house! I think that's a good idea because my birthday is just around the corner.

Anyway, I had so much fun this Christmas. I danced, I played, I sang, I got hugs and kisses galore, and I ate turkey like it was going out of style. Christmas is indeed the most wonderful time of the year!

...until you get woken up by your family at 1 AM because they're singing and playing Beatles songs. I have to admit, Pop-Pop sings a good diddy, and Daddy beats a mean drum. Uncle Fart is a pro on bass, and Uncle Poop can strum a wicked guitar. Aunt Tiny and Mom-Mom are definitely on their way to stardom! And, hark, I think I heard an angel sing "Dear Prudence." ...Oh, that was my very own Mommy! Mommy, you're the best singer in the whole entire world - past, present, and future! (Hey, I know the hand who feeds me turkey.)

I love Christmas time. I can't wait to do it again, and again, and again!!

Have a very merry Christmas everyone!

Image (Above): Spending the most wonderful time of the year with my wannabe rock and roll band

On the Eleventh Day of Christmas...

Santa Claus is coming to town (and Grandpa too)!

We first celebrated Christmas Eve. by having a feast of filet mignon kebob. Grandpa brought us this amazing feast! Thank you Grandpa! It was dee-lish!

I decided it would be in my best interest to save some of the left-overs for Santa. I'll be leaving him some kabob, and some carrot sticks and hummus for his eight tiny reindeer. (You may have figured it out already, but I've gotten pretty good at sharing as of late. In fact, I'm now offering Mommy & Daddy some of my rice crackers - even though I love them so!)

Anyway, after eating, we opened our gifts! You wouldn't believe the load I received ...and that was just from Mommy & Daddy! I can't imagine what Santa, Mom-Mom, Pop-Pop, Uncle Poop, Aunt Tiny, and Uncle Fart have in store for me tomorrow! I carefully crafted the prior sentence to include the word "store" because I'm sure they bought-out at least one!

Well, now that I've been sufficiently fed, it's time for me to nestle my head. Santa's made his list, he's checked it twice, and I'm sure he's decided I'm not naughty, but nice! (I'll fill you in on the verdict tomorrow).

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

Image (Above): Grandpa loves my pajamas! Hopefully Santa will like them too (they're from my Mom-Mom, and they're another one of my little attempts at getting on Santa's good side).

On the Tenth Day of Christmas...

I stepped in reindeer poop! OH NO!! Is this a sign? Does it mean that I'm gettin' nuttin' for Christmas?! But, I ain't been NUTTIN' BUT GOOD! This can't be!

You better "Run, Run Rudolph," 'cause I'm gonna' kick you in the leg! Doesn't Santa know ANYTHING about curbing his reindeer?He'd be fined if he lived in Toronto.

Oh, Mommy just said, she was joking. WHEW! The "reindeer poop" was actually black ink. Mommy and Daddy just wanted my "paw print" to put on my first Christmas decoration that Mom-Mom got us (thank-you Mom-Mom!).

Oh, and I guess you should know that I was just joking too. I wasn't really going to kick Rudolph in the leg. I don't even know how to kick yet - unless Mommy or Daddy helps me - and they wouldn't have approved of such violence. And one more thing, I know you curb your reindeers Santa because you're a good man, and good people curb their animals.

I look forward to you coming over tomorrow night Santa. I'll leave you some Armenian prime-rib on a stick. Does that sound good? Maybe some pita and hummus too?

Is everything okay between us now?

Image (Above): Not your average "paw." As a result, we had to get creative with the print.

On the Ninth Day of Christmas...

I became "(Declan) the red-nosed reindeer!"

For those of you that aren't aware, lately I've been practising opening and closing cupboard doors and drawers. Well, today, upon experimentation with one cupboard door in particular, I "stumbled" across a nice, big bottle of something called "Gin." Basically, I had the "bright" idea to drink from this bottle as I do my bottle of formula, and guess what happened?! I started to feel a little strange - sorta' tingly. Then, my nose started to swell and it turned bright red. Mommy laughed and called me names: If I remember correctly, it was "Gin Nose." I don't know, my memory of the whole incident is a little "foggy." Anyway, that's my (fictional) story. I think it will go down in history (like Pinocchio).

Image (Above): Why is the room spinning?

Image (Left): After the room stopped spinning, I suddenly grew extremely hungry. I must say, that was the best plastic nose I ever chewed on.

On the Eighth Day of Christmas...

I performed like the "Little Drummer Boy!"

Mommy & Daddy gave me a new toy drum, and I used it to make the sounds "a-rum-pa-pum-pum." I can perform using one or two sticks, and believe you me, my beats are really "sick." Sometimes I get a little wise, and use my hands to improvise. So watch and listen, 'cause soon you'll see: the new born "King" of drums - is me!

Image (Right): Performing "Beat It" for Mephisto

On the Seventh Day of Christmas...

"I saw (Mephisto) kissing Santa Claus!" ...and there was no mistle-toe in sight. We took him to "Pet-Smart" for this special treat, and he jumped on Santa's lap and asked for a stocking of chicken meat. Before Santa was done, I heard Mephisto say, "Thank you for giving me your attention today." He licked his face, and off he jumped, walking the aisles with his chest all "pumped."

Image (Left): Mephisto sucking up to Santa

On the Sixth Day of Christmas...

We wished Grandma, Grandpa, and Auntie Lara a "Merry Christmas," and Daddy a "Happy Birthday!" Yup, we celebrated Christmas with the Bozabalians early this year because Grandma and Auntie are going to a wedding in Ireland over the holidays. It was a fantastic celebration with lots of good fun, food, gifts, and my favourite...hugs & kisses!

Have a fun and safe trip in Ireland Grandma and Auntie Lara. We'll miss you.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!! Don't worry, you're not nearly as old as you look.

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Image (Above): Christmas with the Bozabalians

On the Fifth Day of Christmas...

I climbed "up on the (stair) top!" It's true. I climbed up eleven steps all by myself. Of course Mommy was standing behind me, and Daddy was at the top of the steps. This is quite a "step up" from my usual milestones because now I'm making my way up in the world!

Oh, and one more thing: Ho! Ho! Ho! I understand "No!" When Mommy or Daddy says "No," I stop and reflect. Sometimes I decide to stop what I'm doing and I crawl away. At other times, I stop what I'm doing and lay face-flat on the floor, with my hands above my head in submission. And then there are the times I decide I'd rather call the shots, than stop.

Image (Above): Reaching for the top!

On the Fourth Day of Christmas...

I spent the afternoon "rocking around the Gymboree" with my baby buddies at our first ever Christmas party! We all donned our Santa hats, sang, played games, and ate to our heart's content. Thank you to all of the Mommy's for making this the best first Christmas party ever! I'd also like to send a special "carol out" to Mommy Corrine for organizing this festive occasion! You're on my "good list" Mommy Corrine!

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Image (Above): 2009's Official "Miniature Santa Impersonators"

On the Third Day of Christmas...

I "jingled bells." I jingled them to assorted Christmas carols like "Jingle Bells," "Deck the Halls," "Winter Wonderland," and more! My jingling is quite sophisticated. So sophisticated, in fact, that I was able to jingle one bell while gnawing on the other.

Image (Left): Oh what fun it is to jingle a bell or two today, hey!

On the Second Day of Christmas...

I "decked the halls (& living room)!" The tree is decorated, the wreath adorns the door, and the Christmas lights are aglow! All that's left to do is hope that Santa places my presents under the tree. (Oh, and hopefully he won't forget to put four tiny presents in my mouth as well.)

You might notice that there's no skirt around the base of our tree. That's because Mephisto keeps parading around with it on his back like he's some sort of king. Hopefully, we'll get a picture of this soon. Anyway, I certainly hope he doesn't think twice about wearing my presents on his back. That would be naughty, not nice!

One more thing: I'm happy to say that I had two special guests on this "second day:" Mom-Mom and Uncle Poop (a.k.a. Uncle Shawn). Mom-Mom baby-sat me while Mommy and Uncle Shawn went shopping for gifts-a-plenty!

Image (Above): Uncle Poop and I outshine the Christmas tree! ...oh, Mommy just told me the lights weren't plugged in.

On the First Day of Christmas...

I sat on Santa Claus! (Don't worry, I didn't squash him,) and I told him "All I want for Christmas is my (four) front teeth." They've been coming in for a while now, and it would be nice to get it over with already! (I didn't tell Santa that last part.) Not to mention, my two bottom, front teeth would greatly appreciate their company as well, since they've been doing all the chewing by themselves so far.

Anyway, I found Santa very curious. At first, I simply stared him down. I pulled on his beard a little, and then realized I was in good mittens. As a result, I smiled nicely for the camera. Mommy and Daddy later decided to join me. I find them much more interesting than Santa. Hopefully, they'll remember that this Christmas.

Image (Left): Santa will testify on my behalf: I'm a good, little SlobberSlug and deserve to get my four front teeth

Image (Left): Giving Santa the once-over

Image (Left): Uh-oh! I think I see Dasher making a run for it!

Get My Parents Outta' My Hair!

Thank you to Mom-Mom & Pop-Pop who have kindly baby-sat me four times over the last four weeks. I've felt a little suffocated by my Mommy & Daddy's persistent presence in my life over the last little while, and this was a much-needed breath of fresh air. I had a lot of fun reading, singing, playing, and hugging & kissing. I can't wait to see you again!

Images (Right): Playing with Pop-Pop & reading with Mom-Mom.

Oh, and speaking of "reading," you may not know this yet, but I am an EXPERT at turning pages in a book.

My "Ma Ma" Comes Before My "Da Da"

I've perfected quite a few sounds up to this point such as "ba, ga, & la," but most importantly, these days I'm indiscriminately saying "ma & da." Mommy is proud to say that "ma ma" came before "da da." I am proud to say that I do a fantastic sheep impression: "ba, ba, baaa, ba, ba." I'm also pretty good at naming over-played "artists" on the radio: "Ga, ga, gaaa, ga, ga." And if that hasn't impressed you, I'm even quick to spot a dummy: "Da, da, daa, da, da." Hey, I just realized "Daddy" and "dummy" are interchangeable!

Image (Above): Teaching Da Da (a.k.a. "Duh-Duh") how to read. Shhhhh, don't tell anyone he's a Teacher.

Give Me a Standing Ovation

Today I mastered getting up into a standing position on my own. Here Mommy caught me in action: using the toilet for assistance. Hey, don't laugh; he's a "stand-up" guy!

Image (Left): I'm King of the World! Here I am standing next to the throne.

Pushing My Luck

Take a look at me showing off my latest move: push-ups. Mommy captured this photo of me doing one on a box. I got so good after a few tries, that I only had to use one leg. Beat that!

I think I'll try a one-legged, one-armed push-up next.

Image (Above): Mastering the one-legged push-up.

On Bended Knee

Don't get all excited! I'm not pinchin' any lyrics from "Boyz II Men" okay, nor am I asking my girlfriend Isabella to marry me. I'm simply perfecting 'standing' on my knees for cryin' out loud. I'm sure this move will come in real handy some day: like when I get down with my JYD Mephisto and bark at the moon in our backyard, or better yet, when I scrub the kitchen floor for Mommy.

Image (Above): Beggin' for scraps. Unfortunately, I'm at the wrong table.

Slobber Slugs Makes a Public Apology

Recently, my Mommy took me to Niagara Falls to be with my beloved extended family, while my Daddy did a bunch of fantastic work around the house! (Good work Daddy!)

I must admit, despite my elation at being with said wonderful family, I was no treat.

It seems that as of late, I have been giving my Mommy a hard time. I have been waking up in the middle of the night too often to mention, throwing uncharacteristic temper tantrums, and crying an abundance of salty tears. Simply put, I've been making life with Slobber Slug a little less sugary sweet than usual.

Anyway, I would like to apologize to my Mommy.

Mommy: I'm sorry. I will get over this teething thing, and this little sniffle that has left me feeling a little sluggish for the last week, or so. I will return to sleeping through the night once I've definitely mastered the fine art of crawling. I promise. Just give me a few more days to transform into my former state of being. Then, no more melt-downs. I promise.

I love you Mommy!!

Squishy Hugs and Slimy Kisses,

Declan (a.k.a. Slobber Slug)

P.S. I'd also like to apologize to my Mom-Mom, Pop-Pop, Uncle Fart, Uncle Poop, and Aunt Tiny if I wasn't as much fun as I usually am. I love you guys! XO

Slobber Slug Earns Official Creepy Crawler Status

As of Friday, November 20th I have become an official creepy crawler! That's right! I'm getting around on all fours now. Don't believe it?! I don't care.

Image (Left): It seems my dream of becoming more like my big brother Mephisto has finally come to fruition.

I Love a Parade!

Sunday, November 15th marked my first parade - the Santa Claus parade! What joy! What glee! Hey, is that Rudolph standing before me?!

I watched the beginning of the parade at street level, and then we used our V.I.P. pass to watch front row, and centre, from "Auntie" Hamster's ("Auntie" Amy's) apartment.

Thank you for letting me watch the parade from your window "Auntie" Hamster. You're on my "good" list, no matter what Mommy says about your lurid past.

Image (Above): My Mommy is more interesting than this parade, any day!

Get Off My Back!

This morning Mommy came into my bedroom, and guess what she saw? Me, proudly sitting up in bed! YES, it's true! I can now get from my back to a seated position. If you want proof, just look at the picture of me sitting in my crib to the right. Now, maybe Mephisto will stop pestering me because instead of being a "lying target," NOW I'm a sitting, uhhhh, ummm...target. Oh, poop!

Image (Above): Proudly sitting.

Practicing My "Canon Ball" With Pop-Pop

Okay, okay, I admit, I'm too young to do a "Canon Ball" ...BUT, I'm not too slight! I bet if I was old enough, I could splash Mommy sitting on the deck! Anyway, despite the fact that I also didn't get to learn how to do a "Jack-Knife" with the best of the "long-hairs," (I didn't wear my cut-off jean-shorts anyway) Pop-Pop did help me practice getting my feet wet, holding my breath, kicking my feet, and using floatation devices: all very useful tools for sluggin' it in the slobber pool. Thanks Pop-Pop; you da' bomb!

Image (Above): Elated that I don't see any red line behind me (just Pop-Pop's leg).

Sweet (Induced) Dreams

All that "trick or treating," and candy gobbling sent me into a sugar coma last night. The result? Nightmares on Mortimer St.! I dreamt that BOTH T-Rex and Frankenstein came over for a play-date in our backyard, only it wasn't the type of play-date I have grown accustomed to. Both monsters tried to bait me by inflating my ego. They complimented me on how healthy I looked, and exclaimed they were impressed by my thick, tender thighs; round, juicy rump; and soft, squishy rolls. Then they each tried to eat me up!!! Thankfully, Mommy rescued me by telling them they weren't allowed to play with their food. Their hopes were deflated, and I was saved!

Image (Above): A still-shot from my nightmare. For more hair-raising scenes, click here or look under "Slobber Shots."

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Cyber Slobber Slug Raids Schools & City Streets

Happy Halloween everyone! Thank you to those of you who voted for my costume on my blog. The winner was....THE LION but, I decided to celebrate my first Halloween in more predictable attire - Slobber Slug garb. However, I bet you never would've guessed that I would be a Slobber Slug from Uranus!

Mommy is my Cyber-Slug Mama, and Daddy is the Mad Scientist who, uhhh, discovered us? I think. I don't know. I'm a little confused by his costume choice.

Anyhoo, you might be interested to know that by harnessing the powers given to him by his Halloween costume, Daddy was able to create this ultra-cool 'hybrid' of an Englsh Bulldog and Bumble Bee in his 'lab' (a.k.a. bathroom). Mommy named his creation the English Bum-bull Bee! Ha! Ha! Get it?! Bum-BULL Bee!!! How cute is he?! Mephisto the bum-bull bee, not Daddy. Daddy looks creepy.

For more images, click on "Cyber Slobber Slug Raids School & City Streets" here, or under "Slobber Shots."

Image (Above): Mommy, Daddy, Mephisto, and I get an A+ for our costumes at Daddy's school.

Lions & Tigers, & Cyber Slobber Slugs, Oh My!

My Mommy's 'Mommy's Group' prepared a special 'treat' for us babies to celebrate our first Halloween. They rented out 'Gymboree,' and we dressed up in assorted costumes: from Lions & Tigers to Tootsie Rolls & Slobber Slugs. We also sang songs, played games, and pigged out on lots of good old-fashioned milk.

I'd like to 'slobber out' a special thank-you to Josh's Mommy, Corrine. She came up with the idea, and organized this sweet retreat for us. Mommy Corinne, you're a star, and you don't need a costume to demonstrate it!

& to the rest of my baby buddies and their Mommies: Thanks for helping to make this the best first Halloween party ever. I'll never remember it!

For more pics, click on "Lions & Tigers, & Cyber Slobber Slugs, Oh My!" here, or under "Slobber Shots."

Hybrid Slug Discovered at Local Chlorinated Pond

After weeks of swimming lessons with Daddy, Mommy finally revealed to me that I am a 'tad' tadpole! That's one-part tadpole to those of you who are a little, um, s..l...o....w.....e.....r. I probably could've guessed it myself, as I'm a real natural on the synthetic lily-pads. It has also been made quite clear to me that I am in no way, shape, or form, part bean-pole. You can validate this fact for yourself by viewing the images of me in my swim-trunks.

Image (Above): Me. A hybrid; how eco-chic is that?!

Hands Up, Baby Hands Up

I bet you'd "give me your heart, give me, give me, your heart, give me, give me," if you saw how I waved my hands up in the air today. Unfortunately, Mommy couldn't get a good picture of all the action. She was too busy enjoying it. Daddy was too busy picking his hiney (I didn't witness this, I just saw him clearing off the table and doing the dishes like a good, little wife). Anyway, it's not like the camera could've caught me in action anyway. Ninja Training 101 has made my hand movements so quick that they register as blurs to the human eye. Listen, I might be a slobber slug, but I ain't no snail.

At this time, I'd like to take a moment to thank my "Uncle" Andrew & "Aunt" Holly for ensuring I received a copy of the "Ninja Handbook." Obviously, it's already coming in mighty "handy."

Waving Wonder

It's official. I've nearly perfected my wave. Just one word of caution: If you're talking to me and I wave "good-bye" mid-sentence, don't be offended. I'm simply trying to get to the part where we say "good-bye" and then part ways, so that I can utilize my newly acquired talent.

Image (Right): Okay, so I'm not waving "good-bye" in this picture, but at least I'm happy to see you.

Slobber Slug a Biped?

As you can see, I have recently discovered that I am a Slobber Slug who is in fact, a biped. Can I get into the "Guiness Book of World Records" for that?!

Check out my new hat and boots, not to mention the cute little purple sweater my "Auntie" Christine just knit for me. These should help keep my warm-blooded body cozy this brisk fall season.

For more pictures, check out "Slobber Slug a Biped?" under "Slobber Shots."

Image (Above): I'm a biped, who would've guessed?!

The BIG Bang!

A long, long, long, long time ago, cave babies banged two rocks together and discovered that they made a spark.

BIG DEAL.

I have since evolved. Did you know that when you bang two plastic balls together they create a 'BIG BANG?!' YES!! Mommy's & Daddy's world is about to crumble as I have discovered how to create (and re-create) a cataclysmic cacophony that will rock their ear-drums.

Image (Right): Here I am attempting to save "slobber-face" after my 'Big Bang' discovery. I was successful.

Slobber Slug Shots:

Look for the heading "Slobber Slug Shots" in the sidebar to the right. Here you can enjoy a slew of photos of me with a simple click. YES, image after image that will leave you drooling too!

Please Note: Once you get to the photo album, you can click on "Slideshow" to view the photos with ease.

Image (Above): It's Thanksgiving Weekend, and I'm shoulder-deep in a sea of sunny orbs. THANKFULLY, daddy has been teaching me how to swim!

My First Feeding: A Slobbering Experience

My first food was rice cereal, and it went down real good! Well, most of it went down well. You can see for yourself. What Mommy and Daddy didn't expect was the incessant drooling that followed. I couldn't help it, I wanted more!

Since my first experience with rice cereal, I have been consuming oatmeal, barley, peas, carrots, butternut squash, and sweet potatoes. So far, my favourite is carrots, but that could change because I'll be starting apples on Monday!

Mommy and Daddy think I'm a good, little herbivore - but, soon they tell me I'll transform into a meat-eater as well, or more specifically, an omnivore. Perhaps this is what Halloween is all about?!

On that note, don't forget to check out my Halloween costume poll. You can vote between a herbivore, a carnivore, and an omnivore!!

Image (Above): Here I am practicing being a good, little herbivore.

My Artificial Habitat

Check out the bedroom my Mommy and Daddy designed for me. It's as snug as a nursery can be!

Look at the bookshelf my Pop-Pop made for me to house the written fodder my brain will grow ENORMOUS on.

I just love my habitat. Hopefully, I won't have to worry about any predators invading any time soon. I want a room to myself until I'm at least one year old (that's 15 years old in human years).

More pictures are a click away under "Slobber Shots."

Image (Above): Mommy makes sure that I count my blessings before my sheep each night. The mobile pictured above was made by my Mommy. If you want a custom mobile, speak to her.

A Slobber Slug is Born

If you haven't been privy to it already, here's your chance to get a little background information on my birth. I was born on Friday, March 13, 2009 @ 6:16 am. Despite this date, I am not a curse; I am an absolute blessing (or so Mommy and Daddy tell me). That's because, on this day, it became official; I was the largest and heaviest Slobber Slug to ever cross the earth (well, in at least the last 2 million years, or so).

At birth, I weighed in at 8 lbs. 2 oz, and was 21 in. long. I have since grown to over 20 lbs and 28 in. long.

My hair was raven black. It was abundant. I had it on my cone-shaped head (I was vacuumed, AND my dad has a slight cranial malformation), the back of my ears, and my back. Sadly, I have since shed my fur (Mephisto found it very becoming AND it would've come in very handy during this coming Halloween. On top of that, Mommy thought I would've been a shoo-in at the local circus and a real cash-cow. Sadly/happily, that was not my/our fate). I digress, for your information my hair has now changed colour, and is a sandy brown.

Upon delivery, my eyes shone like sapphires. Their deep blue hue complimented the red in the whites of my eyes that were a result of a few lengthy episodes of laughing so hard that I cried my eyes out for almost an hour straight. My eyes have since changed. They are now the colour of turds, or burnt toast if you prefer. Okay, okay, they're a lovely brown. What's awesome about having brown eyes is the fact that they match my Mommy's and my brother's (Mephisto's) eyes. Daddy is now the odd-man out. Not, that any of us are surprised. He usually is (his head IS malformed).

I almost forgot to tell you about the colour of my skin. When I arrived, my skin was the colour of urine when you haven't had an ounce of H2O in a week (or when you've had one too many bevies). I don't know what that last bracket means. My Mommy wrote that. Anyway, no one found my skin colour attractive. Thankfully, it has since changed to the alabaster skin my Mommy was gifted with. EVERYONE finds this attractive.

So, that's about all I have to say on this topic for now. Now that you've been updated, go on and read all about my life since. It's a real s(l)ob(ber) story!

Image (Above): This is me just a few days old. I came to Mommy and Daddy to have and hold. 10 little fingers. 10 little toes. A cute little face, with a scrunched up nose.